For lunch was …
A Headland above Church Cove down on the Lizard.
I think what’s happening is that we walk until all the people have thinned out … and if you start at the beach, that’s not terribly far … and then go a little bit further … and then stop and eat. Which makes us sound terribly anti-social. Which is only partly true. The altitude is a side effect of the other choices, an artifact.
After a lovely bar-b-q we snuggled round our new fire-baskety thing and were warm enough to stay out till ten. Dismantling our dead old washing machine was murder but it was generally agreed that it was two hours well spent.